I know you have only done what you had a right to do--for am I not your own?
Oh, I _love_ to belong to you, papa! and you meant it all to make me good; and I needed it, for I was loving you _too_ dearly.

I was getting away from my Saviour.

But when you put me away from your arms and separated me from my nurse, I had no one to go to but Jesus, and he drew me closer to him, and I found his love very sweet and precious; it has been all my comfort in my great sorrow.

Dear papa, when I am gone, and you feel sad and lonely, will not _you_ go to Jesus, too?
I will leave you my dear little Bible, papa.

Please read it for Elsie's sake, and God grant it may comfort you as it has your little daughter.